The Romance of Oz

Thousand copies of the moon, By the silky water surface. By this pen and paper, I have found my life's purpose. 

Greetings my friend,     Recently, I've observed a phenomena that has been particularly bothering me. In our western society toxic-positivity has been promoted, and become the semi-norm. From motivational speakers preaching about "no-negativity", to doctors prescribing anti-depressants to the smallest of negative thought, to marijuana being more and more accepted by people who don't need it's medicinal properties, our obsession with happiness as infiltrated almost every layer of society.      So, you may ask, what's the harm in it? What's wrong with being positive? Well, of course nothing. It's simply emotions or a state of mind. However, like anything in life, excess of it is detrimental to the individual and to society. Too much drinking leads to liver disease, too much smoking leads to lung issues, too much food causes stomach pain, too much oxygen causes oxygen sickness, too much sadness causes depression. This is not any different with positivity....

I looked up to what I thought couldn't exist I realized the eye looking at me. Single eye, Wide, White, And black in center. Colors I didn't know existed Emotions I've never felt before Just the eye and I Staring down at me, I'm looking down as well. Suddenly, millions of eyes  I'm at the center, alone Another step closer to freedom.

Shakespeare once said "All the world's a stage" I gloomily search for mine Hours and days and years I've pondered I wished to retreat with tears in my eyes When I finally found it, the years had left me by Now I must try again in search of another one Then another and one more until I die.

Hum of clanging hammers fill the room with an echo Fire spews forth from the cauldrons as if dragons awoke One party gets to rest, the other starts hammering Heavy stench of rubber and metal, and pieces of steel that broke Sweat pours out from the pores as he shovels more coal into the dragons mouth Constant noise, constant shouts, senses numb A sense of endless urgency throughout the line Just to meet today's quota For a few paper bills

As the hunters gather in the square Sounds of the spring give way to howling of hounds A somber call rings over the land as the party enters the forest A small creek, silently thawing, gently caresses the flowers Muddy footprint followed by the steady trail of hooves A shot rattles the forest, the hounds jump on a bleeding buck Hunter has food, spring has come The cycle continues For where there's life, the struggles of the world stay alive Hunters baby has food, the buck has lost his dad When one life ends, another begins So it has been ordered.

Violently tossing and turning around Hellish monotony with no end in sight Does hope lie somewhere between heaven and the ground? Foolish hesitance won't make the dark bright. Constant struggle defeats the demon and his hound Without hardships, there is no meaning in life.